Gloria Farinelli

In memory of our Mother, Grandmother and Great Grand-mother, Gloria Farinelli

God looked around his garden

And found an empty place,

He then looked down upon the earth

And saw your tired face.

He put his arms around you

And lifted you to rest,

God’s garden must be beautiful

He always takes the best.

He knew that you were suffering,

He knew you were in pain.

He knew that you would never get well on earth again.

He saw the road was getting rough

And the hills were hard to climb,

So he closed your weary eyelids

And whispered, “Peace be thine”.

It broke our hearts to lose you

But you didn’t go alone.

For part of us went with you

The day God called you home.